teenagers [Theme] Page 2

Adults for some reason do not care about childhood experiences, they are ready to close their eyes even to the most egregious events, just not to strain, because their problems are full, and adolescents, in their opinion, overwhelmed by hormones, often invent, compose, embellish. And then these same adults wonder why even their own children become completely strangers, strangers, closed, nervous.

You do not understand! These youngsters, after whom you drag with your tongue sticking out, they are empty, tasteless. She slaps her plastic eyelashes, pouts her lips, and even play bowling in her head. Absolutely smooth paths instead of convolutions, as if they straighten them with their hair iron.

On Saturday nights, I usually lie in bed, unable to fall asleep, and think: what other stupidity will drunken teenagers do? That I'll have to rake in the morning.

And yet he did not run away, this boy, whom teachers and relatives unanimously considered capable of anything; his enemies, without giving it, got the better of him: the teenager is defeated because he allows himself to be convinced of his insignificance.

A teenage girl will not start a profile with a photo on the escort website on her personal computer. Trust me, teenage girls are fucking ninjas.

Alice. Teen! To me, it's all music.
Harry. What kind of music? Ass thick for the whole day will not tear off, sits snot winding ...
Bill (at the same time). Reads.
Harry. A what?
Bill. "Ass fat for the whole day will not tear off, sits reading."
Harry. Not "read". Snot is winding.

These were not traces of a suicide attempt. On the contrary. The scars testified to the desire for survival.
Mathias in his practice often faced with such a mental disorder. Teenagers inflict wounds on themselves, hoping to get rid of the feeling of hopeless longing. They feel the need to release from the soul out what does not allow them to breathe. They are not afraid of the sight of blood. Physical pain displaces moral suffering and brings relief. A gaping wound gives the illusion that the poison that poisoned the soul flowed out with the blood...

They [teenagers] at this age are always to blame those who love them the most.

He was fifteen years old. This meant that he belonged to a special subgroup of people called adolescents, whose main characteristics are reduced resistance to gravity, extensive vocabulary for expressing displeasure, poor orientation in space, regular masturbation, and the ability to endlessly eat grains.

The Internet has already penetrated into all areas of our lives. And must obey not just elementary laws, formal, legal rules, but also the moral laws of the society in which we live. Otherwise, this society will be destroyed from within. And there, unfortunately, we encounter what? Not only with the call to go out in the framework of unauthorized street events. We are all adults and know about it - we encounter on the Internet with child pornography, with prostitution, with the distribution of drugs, where the target audience is precisely children and adolescents, with pulling out on the same street. In order to hooliganize, fight with the police, and then hide for the children, setting them forward. This is the use of children as an object, as a tool to achieve someone's selfish goals. And always the use of children as a source of profit.

“She's a high school student, Miles. They are all like illegal immigrants.

The fierce cruelty of school love drives almost all adults into collective amnesia. Having experienced this horror in due time, they lock the corresponding memories in the darkest compartment of the subconscious, storing them there forever, because it is unbearable to think about it. And the dexterous you were at school romance games, the deeper your embarrassing memories are buried. For this reason, parents so often experience vague anxiety when looking at their high school children, but they freeze at the thought of asking their offspring about their social life. A broken heart, they console themselves, is "an inevitable stage of growing up."

Squeezed, pretended to be indifferent, they [teenagers] stood at the edge of the dance floor and watched each other with dagger-like eyes. From generation to generation, desire must always conquer timidity first. And how lousy it is when you don't know how to deal with it.

They were rushing [on a motorcycle] over the dead ground, bareheaded, incapable of an accident, too impetuous, too young, not yet mortal enough.